"Now for a merry meeting." In the sultry weather I had left open window and door, and every sound came clear from the outside.

I heard the scuffling of feet, and some confused talk, and presently there stumbled into my house half a dozen wild-looking figures.

They blinked in the lamplight, and one begged to know if "Mr.Garbled" were at home.

All had decked themselves for this play in what they fancied was the dress of pirates--scarlet sashes, and napkins or turbans round their heads, big boots, and masks over their eyes.

I did not recognize a face, but I was pretty clear that Mr.Grey was not of the number, and I was glad, for the matter between him and me was too serious for this tomfoolery.